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Spendin' too much time tryna fuck one hoe
How do you plead Mr. Jones?
Man, I'm the pimp of all pimps and y'all comin' up short
Calm down before I
beautiful to be the man
lil one that evil man
[Mr. Sancho]
holdin the cap of my gun
surrounded by copers
I'm settin to run out
am ownin your crew with
call up the line
Get down wit', down wit' us
This is a request Mr. Radio Man
Just one desire from a hip-hop fan
Hey DJ (you're on the line
the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this
the money, two for the show
Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris)
Like some clap on lights in this bitch
I'ma be clapping all night in this
buckwild
Now throw your hands in the air like that
On the wheels of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack
Getting down on his own
Now I'm finna pass my partner
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
these bands OK
My nigga made the beat, I throw these hands OK
Throw him in air, I hope he lands OK
Got her in the club with a dancer
I be getting
at all
B.G. where you at?
(Throw your hands up (throw your hands up)
Throw your hands up (throw your hands up)
Free C-Murder. Callio,throw your
. smith
Nigga, what you say? I said my name is mr. smith
Yo, I want you to state the business
You know what I want why y'all to do? do your thing, do
of caining
So I gotta think fast mr nally watch your ass, wake up and laugh and run
Better Mr run, mr rand, mr mac, mr nally
Mr run, mr man, you got
Everybody can you see your balls bitch
' The fuck is wrong with you
My Ã?iggas know I tried to holla at your bitch ass nigga
Ima fuck you up nigga
It's your
don't knock you I just blame it on your own head
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many fourteen
the fuck he doing
Bend that ass over, make your hands touch your feet
Call me Aaron Rodgers I throw money deep
Hater know to cuff the hoe, so she can't see
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my
Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit (what? What? What? Hey)
I post up get to it, drink hand in hand
They call me Mr. Herringbone 'cause that's my
Don't get embarrassed, I teach your ass a lesson
Go and back it up, throw it on me
I got her gang, bangin', throw her to her B's
Her best friend got that
Hey, one time
Hey, one time
One time
Throw your hands to the sky tonight
'Cause I think I see the baddest lil' thing in the World right now
But
trust
If ya bands is up
A man in some hand-me downs will
Be like "Hands is up" ante up
If I don't win then my family fucked
And I was told
"Don't hold ya
Keep juggling, motherfucker!"
[Violent J]
'cause ya know the juggla will throw ya up fast
And if I drop you that's your ass
I shake and twist, try
Dangerous you're not I gets down (HOO)
Twist your body singing round and round
Upside down
C'mon, yo, throw your hands, c'mon
Bitch grab your tit's, c'mon
Let
Like the Grinch
It's Wop (J. White, I need a beat I can go)
Like the Grinch, I woke up and chose violence
I got your whole label deal in one
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